What can they say about me that hasn't been said already
if words were really arrows, I'd be dead already
they can do their best to let dread fall steady
if they had their way they'd chop me up into red confetti

throw me into the air and make it a celebration
if words were like a country, I could sell a nation
they can do their best to try to derail my station
if they had their way I'd be in hell's elevation